DIRTY REBOUND BONUS SCENE

A sexy, sweet peek at Rux and Cammy's happily ever after in action... 

©Mira Lyn Kelly

                               Cammy

"Mom, come quick! You gotta see this." 

I can’t even contemplate trying to maneuver my eight and a half months pregnant body up from the couch before Rux bellows, "No! Stay where you are, Sunshine.” There’s a grunt and then a garbled, “We’re coming to you."

Closing out the saucy romance on my phone, I raise a brow and turn toward the hall where I can hear my son laughing his head off and wonder what I'm in for. With these guys, it could be anything.

I don’t have to wait long before my husband rounds the corner, walking on his hands, two of the organic dog cookies he made from scratch this weekend pinched between his teeth, and Matty trailing behind with the boys.

“What in the world?” I laugh, loving that this is my life.

“Watch.” Matt looks to Rux who gives him an upside-down nod. “Zamboni, sit.”

One furry brown puppy butt hits the ground, tail still wagging. But this isn’t the trick. 

“Junior, eight.”

And before my eyes, the rangy little pup with a shock of slightly longer reddish brown fur on top of his head and a propensity to bark like he’s saying his owner’s name, darts low between Rux’s arms, circling one before rounding the other in an enthusiastic figure eight. And when it’s done, he skids to a stop and then gently takes his cookie reward and devours it in a second flat. 

“Seriously?” I look from Matt, who’s nodding so hard I’m worried about his neck, to Rux, who shoots me a wink that gives me butterflies. “How did you teach him that? Can Sammy do it too?”

Matt pulls a face, lifting one shoulder. “Zamboni, eight.”

The little guy lunges forward, plants a paw on Rux’s hand, turns, and swats him in the face with his tail a few times before returning for the cookie he munches into fifty pieces and drops all over the floor before eating one at a time.

Rux lowers his legs and moves into a crouch to rub the boys’ heads. “Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s still a good boy.” Pulling a couple more cookies from his pocket, he stands and tosses one to each adoring dog. “That trick was Matt’s idea.”

“Very nice,” I say, starting to work myself off the couch. A second later, Rux and Matt are beside me, helping me up. It’s still a struggle and I wonder if I’m actually bigger this time than I was with Matty, because it sure feels like it. Has to be a boy.

“Dad’s going to be here with Janice in a few minutes.” Matt rests his hand on my belly, that slightly awed smile on his sweet face. “Do you need anything before I get ready?”

“Just a hug.”

I get a careful squeeze and then he’s off, Sammy and Junior following at his heals.

“Yo, Matt, don’t forget your gear,” Rux calls. “Practice tomorrow morning and Jeremy’s taking you to the game on Sunday, but we’ll bring you home.”

“Got it!” he calls back.

There are a series of thuds and thumps and I shake my head, not wanting to think about what’s happening in his room.

Rux eases in behind me, his strong arms slipping around my belly to hold me close. His mouth brushes the shell of my ear, sending chills skating across my skin as he nuzzles in. “Come on, Sunshine. Tell me, you’re impressed with my mad doggie training skills.”

I snuggle back, tilting my head to give him more access to my neck. “So impressed.”

It’s true. This man wows me in a million different ways every day. The life we have together is so much more than I ever dreamed of. It’s all love and laughter, and the kind of joyful adventure that leaves me breathless, grateful. And happy beyond belief.

The doorbell rings and the dogs go crazy. 

Rux presses another kiss into my neck. “I’ll get it.”

“Hey, guys,” he says, bumping fists with Jeremy and then pulling Janice in for a one-armed hug before she blows past him to press a hand to my belly.

She gushes over my bump for a few minutes and I catch Jeremy watching her with a look that makes me wonder if maybe it won’t be too long for them.

A few minutes later, we’re closing the door and then it’s just us and the dogs sleeping by the fireplace. 

Rux takes my hand and leads me back to the couch. Dropping back onto the cushions, he rests his hands on either side of my bump and presses a kiss to the spot I’m pretty sure has a tiny foot wedged against it. “How’s baby?”

I cover his hands with mine, loving the way he always wants to touch me. To check in on our little one. How he’s so excited about this miracle growing inside of me. Loving that with Rux, I never have to doubt.

“I swear this baby feels like it’s already bigger than Matty was when he was born.”

Rux gets a sort of cocky look on his face that has me rolling my eyes and then running my fingers through his hair—because it’s just impossible not to touch the stuff. He has the best hair. And he loves when I play with it like this. 

He lets out a low groan and, resting his forehead against my stomach, runs his hands down my hips and thighs. Slowly gathering the stretchy fabric of my maxi dress up and up, so he can get his hands beneath to my bare skin.

His hands are warm and wide. So incredibly tender as they move over me in a possessive caress. 

“Dress,” he murmurs, working it higher. I pull it over my head and toss it aside so I’m standing in my bra and a pair of panties I’m pretty sure say “Baby on board” or “Construction Zone”, but I can’t see past my stomach to know for sure. 

His nostrils flare and he swallows before looking up at me with eyes that burn with a need that stokes my own. “So fucking hot, Sunshine.”

And then he’s kissing across my belly, nipping at my hips and kneading my ass beneath those big hands. Carefully, he guides me around to the corner of the couch where he quickly props a few pillows behind me so I’m able to lean back a little but not too much. 

Another sexy growl and he’s devouring the mounds of my overflowing boobs, pulling the cups of my bra down to tease and lick one nipple and then the other. 

“Rux.”

“I can’t get enough of you.” Trailing wet, open mouthed kisses down my body, he taps at my hips for me to lift and slides my panties off. Ahh, the “Future NHL player” pair. 

Rux tosses them beside my dress and nudges my knees apart. Eyes blazing, he looks me over. “Jesus.”

Yeah, that look. It never gets old. 

Just like the feel of his mouth on me and the way he groans, low and deep, when he gets his first taste. Like when his fingers fill me as he licks and sucks, and the way I go crazy when he does that thing—

“Rux!” I gasp, starting to shake.

“You close?”

He knows I am. But he loves to hear me say it. “So close. Please.”

I push at his athletic pants with my feet as he frees his cock and lines up. “So wet… need to get inside you.”

My heels are hooked at his ass and thigh, urging him in. I need it too. An then I have it. The steely press of him working into my body, filling me slowly. Easing in and out. Taking me, making us one.

I’m nearly there. So close. 

His eyes meet mine. And the love in them takes me over the edge and into bliss. 

“Love you, Rux.”

“Love you, Sunshine.”

***

                                                      Rux

“Rux… Babe.” 

A hand shoves at my shoulder and I blink awake, take one look at my wife, and jolt up in bed because Cammy’s staring at me with eyes that aren’t sleepy at all and look more than a little freaked out.

I reach for her. “What’s wrong? Is it the baby? It’s too soon for the baby. Right? Oh fuck me, it’s not too soon. Cammy, talk to me.”

She blinks and, for a second, that freaked out look clears… so she can laugh.

“Oh my God, Rux. Am I going to have to be the brave one here today?”

What?

“No, fuck that,” I say, standing straight and tall, pulling up my boxers. “I’m here for you.”

I’m the brave one. I’m her big tough hockey stud of a husband and no way am I letting her down. She went through this once before without me, and nothing wrecks me like thinking about how scared she must have been. How alone. Even with her sister there, she didn’t have the guy who—

Back it up, man.

It’s been a solid couple of years since I had to talk myself down from wanting to beat up Jeremy. Not going there tonight. This morning. What time is it? 

I’m about to check the phone when she kind of freezes. Stops breathing. Definitely stops laughing. 

Christ.

The bluest eyes meet mine, and I rest my hand on her tummy. “Cammy?”

Seconds pass and she lets out a shaky breath.

“It’s just different than the first time. Stronger. But maybe that’s just because my body knows what it’s doing?”

“Do we need to go in? Should I grab the bag?” I know the answer. It’s no. I’m overreacting because this is, in fact, my first rodeo. She told me labor with Matty lasted almost twenty hours. We’re not going anywhere for a long ass time. Hell, we’re weeks early. This might not even be real labor. 

Only then all that belly beneath my hand goes taut and instead of telling me no, Cammy starts to nod. Fast. And my gut turns to lead.

I’ve never been so scared in my life as I am in the next thirty-seven minutes. But no matter how fucking terrified I am seeing the woman that is my whole world suffering and scared herself, I suck it up like a fucking champ.

When I call Labor & Delivery and they tell me we aren’t coming in but the paramedics are coming to us, and I think I’m going to puke—I don’t. No. I hold Cammy’s hand and tell her we’re fine. That they’re sending the pros our way.

And when I have to crate the dogs and leave the front door open because those “pros” haven’t shown up and it’s looking like the puck is going to drop in my fucking hands, I look my wife in the eyes and tell her “I got this,” with all the confidence and swagger I pull out when I’m getting my team amped up for a big game… because she needs to see it. She needs to believe it. And if there’s one fucking promise I will always keep, it’s that I will never let Cammy down. That for as long as we both shall live… I will be there for her when she needs me. So I even throw in a wink.

Two minutes later, the paramedics rush through the door and take over. I hold my girl’s hand. I watch her go through pain I can’t fathom as I tell her how much I love her. That she is my life. My everything. That I’m so proud of her. That she’s doing so good.

And then, an indignant cry fills the room as a stranger congratulates us on our girl.

A girl.

A tiny squalling body, with itty bitty dimpled shoulders, pink skin and a shock of red hair is laid on Cammy’s chest as she laughs in joy and relief. And the room goes out of focus as the tears I’ve held back flood free with more gratitude and love than I ever thought possible.

Hours later we’re in the hospital. The calls have been made. I’ll be missing tonight’s game. Julia and Greg are on their way back from LA. And Jeremy is bringing Matt over once visiting hours open up. But for now, it’s just me and my girls. 

Cammy’s sleeping in the hospital bed beside me, doing well but worn out. I’m in a chair that reclines a little, our daughter sleeping against my bare chest. She’s so small my hand covers her whole rump and back. 

“Hey.” Cammy’s voice comes out hoarse, that one word a little slow.

I turn to her, relieved to see the smile on her lips. “Do you need anything? You hurting? Thirsty?”

She shakes her head. “I’m good. Better than. How’s our girl?”

“Almost as beautiful as her mommy.” Truth.

Cammy shakes her head, giving in to a tired laugh. When her eyes meet mine again, she says, “You were amazing.”

I take a breath, let it out slowly. “I did nothing. This was all you, Sunshine.” The more I think about it, the more I kind of want to punch myself in the face. My contribution was a drop in the bucket.

She reaches out a hand and runs a finger across our girl’s cheek. “We’re going to have to nail down a name.”

I grin. “Yeah, been thinking about that. I know you had a bunch of boys’ names—”

“I was going to start on girls’ this weekend.”

We both thought we’d have more time.

“Well, I’ve got an idea, but if you don’t love it, say no. Seriously, you pretty much earned any name you want.”

She rolls those pretty blues. “Let’s have it.”

I look down at the sleeping beauty on my chest and then at my best friend, the love of my life. “What do you think about… Sunny?”